| Blamed for everything done wrong he goes and gets himself a gun
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| Shooting dope yeah there’s still hope he has hit the rock
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| Bottle to the wall
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| Cracks in the brick show it all too thick
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| You better watch where you step, you could be spreading the epidemic
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| Corner store robberies and everything in between this life and the next
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| It’ll all explode like kerosene
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| Shots fired bones drop it’s all that i see
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| I’m fucking sick of this town where the hell have you been?
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| It’s not over, until it’s over
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| Scrape the streets you motherfucker
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| Meet and greet with the pavement and your teeth
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| Economic sober nickel and dimming till we’re beat
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| Keep things discrete or you’ll be sucking like a leech
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| Now you can’t see through the clouds of defeat
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| Bottled up till nothings left your tops been blown
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| Blame it on me like everything
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| Well it’s okay another loose end straightened
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| Another time we’ll take it too far
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| Another bottle’s been broken another day is dawning on our faces
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| The disgrace that we bring to the table
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| Sometimes it seems theres no stopping it
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| Sometimes things go too far |